I have never been enamoured of supermarket shopping - I don't like the pushing and shoving, children charging up and down the aisles and the way the powers that be change things around in order to make you search for them, and in the process buy things you would 't normally buy. I know there is such a thing as free will, but sometimes their so-called offers seem tempting at the time and it is only when you get home and unpack that reason sets in. Well, that's how it is for me. I love children but I am not too keen on them in supermarkets unless they are babies (we get plenty of them as our nearest Tesco is on Catterick Garrison and the babies are adorable).
Because I am still unable to drive (I am waiting with bated breath for a go ahead from the DVLA) and it is the farmer's busy time, I decided to try 'on line shopping' - what a treat it is now that I have got used to it.
My order always comes on Tuesday mornings between 8am and 10am and because I am fairly near to the shop I am usually first on the delivery round. This means getting up, showering, eating breakfast and clearing the table before they come. (I usually play the slob and eat breakfast in my dressing gown).
I am ashamed to say in these days of the working mum, that I get huge pleasure from cleaning the store cupboard and putting my purchases away. Because I have time to peruse the things on offer I usually end up buying things for the store cupboard (today it was tinned crab and salmon, tinned corned beef and anchovies. They are marvellous with frozen food too as it comes in a special compartment. I put that away quickly - my freezer is full to bursting.
I feel a bit like Mrs Tiggywinkle - isn't it sad getting pleasure from such mundane things in these days of high powered women? I am sitting here at the computer at 10.28am with all my shopping for the week done (apart from a top-up on fresh fruit and vegetables at the weekend), a rather smug feeling (sorry about that) and a decision to make - shall we have fish, new potatoes, mixed frozen veg and shredded savoy cabbage for lunch or shall we go for the corned beef and pickle with new potatoes and red cabbage, apple and onion. Decisions, decisions - and all courtesy of the lovely delivery driver from Cardiff who greeted me with a smile and a "Good morning madam"?
You will see which alternative I chose from the photograph at the top of the page.